Descended (The Red Blindfold Book 3) (11 page)

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

He kissed me, a long,
hard kiss that evolved into something soft and wet.

“Don’t resist me,”
he said as I instinctively put both palms against his chest. “Give
me what I want.”

“Isn’t this what
you want?”

“Oh, no. It’s only
the beginning.”

“I guess that means
you forgive me.”

“Maybe,” he said.
“You’ve still got some apologizing to do.”

“I’ve already said
I’m sorry.”

His eyes were dark and
dangerous. “I don’t mean with words.”

He unzipped his jeans
and pulled out his cock. It was even more lust-worthy in bright
daylight – long, ridged with veins, almost too thick to get my hand
around. Which meant that taking it in my mouth would be a challenge.

With a groan of pent-up
need, he pushed my head down toward his lap.

“What’s the rush?”
I teased, squeezing his shaft until it throbbed.

“If you knew how sexy
you are right now, you’d know.”

“Hm,” I said.
“Shorts, t-shirt, sweat – I’m not convinced.”

He ran his finger over
the glistening head of his cock and wet my lips with the salty drops.
“Taste that,” he said. “And look at me while you do it.”

Raising my eyes to his,
I ran my tongue slowly over my lips. He gave me a wicked smile. “Are
you convinced now?”

“Getting there,” I
said. “I think I need another taste.”

“There’s always
more where that came from.”

As soon as I took him
in my mouth, he let out a loud groan. “Fuck, that’s amazing,”
he said. “You’re just too gorgeous.”

I covered my teeth with
my lips and slowly slid the full, broad length of him, teasing him,
letting him suffer. Every time he tried to thrust I pulled back,
letting him know who was in control.

“Come on, give it to
me,” he said, grabbing my hair and pulling me against him. “Suck
it hard.”

Instead, I licked him
slowly, holding my head steady, letting him feel the frustration. The
wind howled, whistling through the cracked window and shaking the
truck. Dust whirled and sweat broke out on my upper lip. The whole
cab was filled with the seductive aroma of sex. I was so aroused I
could have come just from the primal male smell of him.

“Take off those
shorts and straddle me,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you right
now. I can’t wait anymore.”

“That makes two of
us.” I pulled the shorts to my ankles and kicked them off.
Maneuvering around the steering wheel, I planted one knee on either
side of Drex’s hips.

“That’s it,” he
said, yanking the t-shirt up to my shoulders. “Give me your sweet
pussy.”

As he penetrated me
with his thick tip, I let out a ragged cry. The pleasure shot through
me, a hard, wild jolt. It was wrong, it was probably terrible and
immoral, but I needed him desperately.

Right now he was
everything, the man who’d saved my life. My body couldn’t live
without him.

“I thought you were
mad at me,” I whispered.

He clawed his fingers
into my hips and held me still, letting me feel the full length of
his cock. “I am.”

Lowering his head, he
sucked my nipples, flicking them with the firm tip of his tongue.
Bright pink and beyond sensitive, they peaked in his mouth. I felt
every sensation like white-hot electricity between my legs. My
breasts were heaving from the dry heat, and the feeling of being
possessed by a man who didn’t take no for an answer.

“Get on your knees,”
he said, lifting me by the waist. Clumsily, I slid away from him and
knelt on the passenger seat, ass toward him in the blazing sunlight.
“Is this what you want?” I asked.

He pressed himself
against me and grabbed a handful of my hair. “I want that and a lot
more. Are you ready to take me?”

He was so big and thick
that “ready” wasn’t exactly the word. He didn’t wait for my
answer, anyway, he just forced himself inside me in one stiff, fast
thrust.

“There,” he said,
smacking my ass so hard the sound rang through the cab. “That’s
what you need, isn’t it?”

The pain lasted only a
second, but the pleasure felt like it would go on forever. With every
smooth drive, my thoughts released and the future evaporated. I was
nothing but sensual energy, all of it directed at Drex. I could live
forever just like this, with no care for who I was or the hard fall
that might be around the corner.

He pressed himself to
my back, his sweat and mine mingling to make our skin sticky. “You
like that?” he growled in my ear. “Does my big cock feel good
inside you?”

“It’s incredible,”
I said. “I need this so much.”

“I know. Almost as
much as I do.”

He reached for my clit
and stroked it softly with the pad of his finger. It felt like a
sweet, sharp burn, a searing warmth that spread through my belly in a
sudden wave. The combination of heat and wet and exquisite pressure
was too much – I was going to come fast and hard.

I wanted to draw it out
but I couldn’t stop it. It was too much.
He
was too much.

“Drex, yes,” I
whispered as he drove into me. “That’s so good. Touch me, just
like that.”

I glanced up for a
second and saw my reflection in the passenger window – flushed
face, parted lips, glassy eyes. And behind me, the sexiest man I
could imagine in this life or any other, biceps bulging, skin
glistening, fucking me for all he was worth.

He was a rocket inside
me, a fire about to explode. My stomach muscles clenched. I couldn’t
wait. I couldn’t stop. A scream ripping from my throat, I came with
a rush so intense it blocked out everything else – guilt, doubt,
the past. Nothing mattered but Drex, his cock, and the orgasm he was
practically killing me with.

I shuddered and moaned,
my vision coming to a sharp point as everything in the world
disappeared. If I’d ever felt anything so consuming, I was
surprised I’d survived it.

“Keep coming,” he
whispered. “You’re so tight I can feel it all, every little
quiver.”

Any moment now he would
stop stroking my clit, except that he didn’t. He wasn’t going to
let me stop coming until he was good and ready.

“Drex, no,” I
begged. “I can’t.”

“You can and you
will,” he said, his mouth against my ear.

Again and again his
fingers caressed me, leading me to pleasure and pain and beyond. A
shiver drove through me as one orgasm built on the other and shook me
to the core.

“Please,” I
whispered, though I didn’t know what I was begging for.

“What a good little
comer you are,” he said. “So good at following orders.”

Though I’d had the
orgasm he’d demanded, he was ruthless, unstoppable. Sweat trickled
down my neck as he flipped me onto my back and propped my right heel
on the dashboard.

“Stay like that,”
he said. “Wide open for me. Just for me.”

Just
for me.
We both knew it was impossible to say I was just
his, but it felt so good anyway.

I reached back and
grabbed the armrest with both hands as he plunged inside me. His
shirt hung open, revealing the chest that must have made the panties
of a hundred women go up in smoke. My breath caught as he threaded
his fingers through my hair and pulled. I arched my neck, letting him
feast on it, suck, bite, and nibble.

His cock grew inside
me, stretching me almost beyond what I could take. I was panting,
desperate to feel him come inside me. For all I knew, this time would
be the last.

And if it was going to
be the last, then let it be the most amazing moment I would ever
experience.

Lifting my hips, I
urged him deeper. “I love the way you fuck me,” I said.

“That’s why you’re
not going anywhere,” he said, his eyes piercing into mine. “You’re
going to stay right here, like this.”

“For now,” I said.

“For as long as I say
you will.”

He was so sure of
himself and so determined, I couldn’t argue. And I didn’t want
to. All I wanted at this moment was him.

“You have no idea how
beautiful you are,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly.

“You’re right,” I
said, breath jolting out with every thrust. “Maybe you should show
me.”

“That’s exactly
what I’m about to do.” Eyes half-closed, he slammed hard and
groaned. “Are you ready for my come?” he whispered. “There’s
a lot of it.”

“I can’t wait.”

It would be the third
unprotected time in less than twenty-four hours. I knew where babies
came from, and I knew this was risky. But God help me, I needed Drex
more than I needed to be safe, and sensible, and all the other things
that apparently weren’t in my nature.

“Here it is,” he
said with a sinful smile. “And it’s all for you.”

Grabbing my wrists and
pinning them against the seat, he climaxed with a grimace of raw male
pleasure. His eyes were narrow and dark, their expression
animalistic. He drove into me, filling me with his hot seed and
spinning me into a world where only he existed. Muscles distended,
chest gleaming, he shot every ounce of himself into me, his gaze like
a lance on my face.

At that moment, he was
everything. He’d given me his come, a place in his bed, and my
name. I couldn’t imagine the last twenty-four hours of life without
him.

“Now do you see how
beautiful you are?” he asked, lowering his slick body on top of
mine.

“I don’t know,” I
said, so breathless I could hardly speak. “You might have to show
me again later.”

He covered my shoulder
in kisses. “I can show you again in ten minutes. Maybe five.”

I smiled. “Showoff.”

“Is it showing off if
it’s natural ability?”

“Hm,” I said. “I’ll
have to get back to you on that.”

He raised his head and
grinned. “Make sure you do.”

Driving back to the
house with my heart still racing, I could hardly keep from staring at
him. He was amazing, passionate, intense – everything I wanted in a
man. I knew I shouldn’t be this happy, but I couldn’t help it.

After what I’d seen
in the mirror this morning, I had my suspicions and I wouldn’t
forget them. But I couldn’t be sure of anything in my life, now or
in the past.

Maybe ignorance really
was bliss, after all. If only I could learn to keep my curiosity in
check and my mouth firmly shut, two things I seemed to have a lot of
trouble with.

“Your detective
friend – did he mention anything else?” As soon as I said the
words, I wished I could take them back. Talk about a leading
question.

Drex parked and turned
off the truck. “Like what?”

“I don’t know,” I
said, shrugging. “Just wondering what he said, that’s all.”
Suddenly my mouth was very dry, and it wasn’t just the heat.

“Somebody saw you
walking down the street in town and called it in, but that’s it.
You’re lucky. If things had gone a different way…I don’t like
to think about it.” He opened his door but didn’t get out. I
could feel his eyes burning the side of my face. “Is there
something you want to tell me?”

“Um…” There were
so many things I wanted to confess. So many things that would drive
him away. Where would I start? Did he really want to know what I’d
done, and who I might be?

It didn’t matter. I
couldn’t risk losing the one person who was on my side.

“No,” I said.
“Nothing I can think of.”

But as we walked into
the house with Diesel trotting ahead of us, the trucker’s face was
all I could see. His small, angry, frightened eyes, his useless
attempts to yell around the gag. Stomach twisting with guilt, I
pushed the images from my mind. I wouldn’t think about it. I
couldn’t undo it, but I could pretend it had never happened. Not
that pretending would really make it go away.

First I’d been
desperate to remember. Today, I was desperate to forget.

I could get used to
this.

Jane and I were in
Chimayo’s best clothing store, which wasn’t saying much. But
sitting outside of a dressing room watching Jane’s sexy bare feet
under a curtain as she stepped in and out of skirts, shorts, and
jeans – that was saying a whole lot.

The store specialized
in cowboy boots, denim, and cheap flowered dresses that grabbed
Jane’s curves and didn’t let go. Who needed high fashion when you
had hips like that? When you had breasts that had never needed a bra
and probably never would?

Shopping was definitely
not my thing, especially for myself. But I sat outside her dressing
room for an hour like it was five minutes. Jane in nothing, Jane in
everything, Jane in cowboy boots and short skirts – it didn’t
matter. She looked heart-shattering in all of it.

If only I understood
her hold over me. Maybe it was how she had to live for the moment. Or
the erection-inducing combination of vulnerability and nerve that
made me want to strip her naked and hear her beg for another
earth-splitting orgasm.

Her face lit up every
time she pulled back the curtain and waited for my reaction. “What
do you think?” she asked, emerging in a fringed skirt and denim
shirt with mother-of-pearl snaps for buttons. “Too Annie Oakley?”

Too sexy was more like
it, along with too pretty and too unfair. “Just add a pistol and
you’re good to go,” I said.

“Don’t tempt me,”
she said, squinting her eyes. “I might use it.”

“Then prepare to be
disarmed.”

“I’d like to see
you try,” she said with a defiantly sexy grin, and let the curtain
drop.

I sat back with an
absurdly contented sigh. It wasn’t like I’d never bought clothes
for a beautiful woman before, so why did this feel different? I’d
sat outside many a dressing room in Houston and Manhattan and L.A.,
playing sugar daddy to a hundred attractive girls whose faces blended
together in a fog of red lipstick and whitened teeth.